Nadim Asfar

by India Stoughton

The first time I saw Nadim Asfar’s photographs, they stopped me in my tracks. There’s something striking about them, in a bare way — incredibly pared down in essence, it is this rawness which catches your eye. It was 2012, and I was reviewing a group exhibit at Espace Kettaneh Kunigk, the former incarnation of Galerie Tanit-Beyrouth. Among the landscapes and still lives, a series of 42 snapshots, entitled ‘Thinking of Tomorrow, Emotional Landscapes,’ documented a sequence of mundane moments. The view from Asfar’s balcony, looking out over the weather stained buildings of Mar Mikhael, was captured in sunshine, moonlight and in the rain. A plate of half eaten food, a tangle of discarded clothing on a bed, a close up of a door frame folded back on its hinges. Individually, the photos revealed very little, together, they created a deeply intimate portrait of the minutiae of the photographer’s life.

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